This new collection of poems every year is not small, and a large stack is found.

When it comes to reading books, I count on Xie Pinggang and Zhou Weizong, I'm afraid it won't work.

Zhao Xuanjing didn't flip through the book directly, but first took a look at who wrote this collection of poems, and in less than an hour, among the hundreds of books, he really found one, and one of them was made by Nie Fei.

Look at the poem again......

"See you at a few o'clock by the cold star stream, and smell the fragrance immediately. The jade ice is shy and cloudy, and the wishful branches turn into souls. In the residual fragrance, the dream is deep, and the love is surrounded by the two hearts of the silver man. ”

This poem......

It's not good, but it seems to be mentioning a woman.

At the end of this poem, the time of writing is indicated, which is exactly what Nie Fei did on the second night of his arrival in Xun County.

It didn't take long for Nie Fei to hear that the temple was working, and he went out to sleep.

It's a bit odd indeed.

How could a person who went to Beijing to take the exam suddenly write something so ambiguous?

Unless...... He has a sweetheart in this county, and he ...... and had a good delight with the woman.

After Nie Fei's death, the government inquired about all the people who had any contact with Nie Fei, and there were no women related to Nie Fei in the file.

"Your Highness has found out what?" Xie Qiao ran over to join in the fun.

Xie Pinggang said that the prince asked people to find a large stack of books to come back, but unfortunately they couldn't understand the poems and sentences, and there was nothing they could help, so that His Royal Highness the prince was burdened, and he really couldn't help it.

And she......

Senior Sister Prince.

Maybe she knows more poetry than the prince, so I asked her to come and have a look.

Zhao Xuanjing showed the page to Xie Qiao.

Xie Qiao frowned: "Before this Nie Fei died...... I also found a woman...... So what's up? ”

Look at this sentence, the clouds have become shy, and the moon has turned into a soul...... This month refers to the woman, right? If it's a straightforward translation, it may mean ......

The woman's comfortable soul has flown away......

This fragrance has turned into residual incense, and in a blink of an eye, I fell asleep again......

Surely it must be the scene after the clouds and rain?

It's not that you can't write this kind of poem on weekdays, it's just that most readers pay attention to a feeling when writing poems and lyrics!

He has been running around for so long, if he hadn't just experienced it, where would he sigh?

Xie Qiao didn't have many scruples when he spoke, and his eyes were even more naked, naked, and naked hinting at something, Zhao Xuanjing was stunned for a moment, and then his gaze moved down slightly, a little uncomfortable.

"It's just that it's not easy to find this woman...... Xie Qiao sighed, thought about it, and said: "There are three victims in this case, and they are all scholars, right?" ”

Zhao Xuanjing glanced at her approvingly.

Then the two of them searched together to see if the other two scholars had left any traces.

It's a pity that after a while, nothing was found.

"This Pang Xiyuan can rely on the poems to judge the murderer, I'm afraid he should have a little understanding of the people described in the poems." Zhao Xuanjing thought about it and said to Xie Qiao.

Xie Qiao's chick nodded like a peck of rice.

That's right, that's right.

It's a pity that Pang Xiyuan died early, and there are only two masters and servants left in the Pang family.

"Bring the old man here." Zhao Xuanjing commanded again.

After a while, the old man arrived.

This man is slumped up, his face is full of furrows, from the perspective of being a slave, this person is definitely loyal, the people of the master's family are dead, and he does not forget to take good care of this Pang girl.

"Miss Pang's biological mother is just a roommate?" Zhao Xuanjing asked suddenly.

When the old man heard this, he trembled all over, and then nodded hurriedly: "Yes, nobleman, our young lady's biological mother is not from a good background, and the master doesn't like her, so he didn't raise the ...... of being a concubine."